[ he's making a face because that's still his twin, jackass, but he lets it go in lieu of spinning them a bit. he lets his fingers settle somewhere along akira's shoulder and the back of his neck, almost mirroring the expression. ]

Of course we do. We'd never look bad for our own party. [ that's like a reflex.] ...but thanks. We wanted something colorful and different. [ he settles for examining akira up close finally. ] Who decided on the sheer?